In Conclusion, FML
I would like to have a short vacation from my life, please. Seriously, I have just about reached my threshold for bullshit, and I'd really just like to take a break.
I have to laugh a little bit at how angry I was in my last entry because, really, it SO did not get better from there. At the time, I wouldn't have believed it could get worse. I should never, ever think that.
Why?
Well, when my birthday rolled around on September 22nd, I lost my job. Yes, my wonderful bosses thought the perfect birthday gift would be to let me know that I was being laid off, and they did not expect to be able to call me back. (Did I mention that I had been at this job for 7 1/2 years?) Of course, my brother was coming home on leave that weekend, so I didn't really get to have my breakdown until the following Tuesday.
BTW, I despise the unemployment system. Make one tiny little error, even though you think you're doing the right thing, and it blows up in your face, and no one in the system will do damn thing to help you. So, despite being out of work for 4 weeks, I got "compensated" for one. Whatever.
I am extremely grateful that it didn't take too long to find a job. Even better, I really like the job I found. A lot. I like the owner, I like my supervisor, I found like-minded people in the workplace; all-around awesome.
Or, at least, it was. Until I got laid off. Again.
WTF? I have never lost a job, for any reason, in the 19 years that I've been working, but somehow manage to swing it twice in 4 months? I need to do some serious damage control on my karma.
This job, hopefully, will be able to call me back. But, there are no guarantees, and no timeline. I have bills to pay that cannot be paid. I am freaking out.
Since I'm not working, my immune system decided it wasn't going to work either, and I've been laid up with the flu and pharyngitis for about 10 days. This is not conducive to job-hunting.
The icing on the cake? That would be the call from my father letting me know the date of his impending nuptials. An event to which I did not expect to be invited. A lack of invitation would have simplified my life in oh so many ways. Now, I have the option of insulting my dad and his gf (by not attending) or breaking my mother's heart (by attending).
In conclusion, FML.
P.S. To those on my f-list who actually read my entries, I offer my apologies. My LJ is pretty much where I come to vent, as it is inanimate and nonjudgmental. I am sorry that it reads like I am a horrible, miserable bitch incapable of seeing anything good in life. I shall make a greater effort to share happy things here, too. In the meantime, please feel free to ignore me and my ranting. :)
I have to laugh a little bit at how angry I was in my last entry because, really, it SO did not get better from there. At the time, I wouldn't have believed it could get worse. I should never, ever think that.
Why?
Well, when my birthday rolled around on September 22nd, I lost my job. Yes, my wonderful bosses thought the perfect birthday gift would be to let me know that I was being laid off, and they did not expect to be able to call me back. (Did I mention that I had been at this job for 7 1/2 years?) Of course, my brother was coming home on leave that weekend, so I didn't really get to have my breakdown until the following Tuesday.
BTW, I despise the unemployment system. Make one tiny little error, even though you think you're doing the right thing, and it blows up in your face, and no one in the system will do damn thing to help you. So, despite being out of work for 4 weeks, I got "compensated" for one. Whatever.
I am extremely grateful that it didn't take too long to find a job. Even better, I really like the job I found. A lot. I like the owner, I like my supervisor, I found like-minded people in the workplace; all-around awesome.
Or, at least, it was. Until I got laid off. Again.
WTF? I have never lost a job, for any reason, in the 19 years that I've been working, but somehow manage to swing it twice in 4 months? I need to do some serious damage control on my karma.
This job, hopefully, will be able to call me back. But, there are no guarantees, and no timeline. I have bills to pay that cannot be paid. I am freaking out.
Since I'm not working, my immune system decided it wasn't going to work either, and I've been laid up with the flu and pharyngitis for about 10 days. This is not conducive to job-hunting.
The icing on the cake? That would be the call from my father letting me know the date of his impending nuptials. An event to which I did not expect to be invited. A lack of invitation would have simplified my life in oh so many ways. Now, I have the option of insulting my dad and his gf (by not attending) or breaking my mother's heart (by attending).
In conclusion, FML.
P.S. To those on my f-list who actually read my entries, I offer my apologies. My LJ is pretty much where I come to vent, as it is inanimate and nonjudgmental. I am sorry that it reads like I am a horrible, miserable bitch incapable of seeing anything good in life. I shall make a greater effort to share happy things here, too. In the meantime, please feel free to ignore me and my ranting. :)